Dr. Acula - 'gaze' (feat. YUNGEIGHTBALL)

(Our egos personalize it,
And we consider ourselves special cases,
But we're really not)
Grinning ear to ear with the golds in my teeth
Only thing left of pops is my Jesus piece
Plotting a new plan gotta keep it underneath
Underground railroad of thoughts you can't believe
Black panthers rise again we working on the scenes
Crying for his mama shouting that he can't breathe
Prison system is the black mans true defeat
It's hard for me to see how police protect me
Candles in memoriam placed in the streets
Happens every week man I'm tired of being silent
We not the weakest link they can see from these riots
I refuse to have my soul taken by the tyrants
No more occurrences go by any means
Doing this for Malcolm, Huey, and M.L. King
Got killed for a dream, that's why I cant sleep
Just cause we lost our chains, don't mean we truly free
(And when I say held, I mean that those
Lacks of reconciliation
Are also held, there's enough room in that holding to hold the
Anger, and to hold the
Uh, resentment
And to hold the, uhm
Regrets
And the, the anguish, of-of
Feeling that, I never, did particularly
The highest and most heroic things that I could've done
That I had the capacity to do
That would've perhaps reached more people)

Written by:
caspian zephier

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